Sunday, October 30, 2005
it's a sad day when...
you get a wicked, dime-sized scrape just below your wrist, your beloved dog is too busy checking out another dog, and the one person who could kiss it all better is fast asleep and must not be woken for the next two hours.
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3 comments:
awwwwwww.
i didn't go home. so i didn't get a card + chocolates.
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at least you could wake him and talk to him after the two hours. :(
farah, i just noticed your little paulo coehlo quote up there. sorry. i promise not to say anything bad about him again (i hope i don't forget this).
no, which made me even sadder. I had to sleep in an hour and Patrick would be getting ready to leave for work upon waking.
Taking turns on the bed is a sad sort of marriage.
re- Coelho:
as my younger sister would say, "Pfft."
I kinda figured that you hadn't noticed it before. I"m not that much of a fan -- only read the one book. No worries. =)
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